Looking back home, yesterday on the mountain
From my window I hear the roar
of distant waters running free
unmoved by far away worlds
the problems of the people and the issues we create
yet so strongly driven to follow its own path down the mountain
A celebration of life and energy unbound
but for the banks that manage to contain
the jubilant force of these muddy waters.
The falcon rests on the coyote fence outside the kitchen window.
From this window yesterday, perchance unexpected company came to visit Forrest, sitting home alone at the kitchen counter, anxious and bored, I can imagine, with his thoughts drifting from the view before him, the big wide world and all that the mountain and beyond present before him; and back to the books spread out directly, on Chemistry or Geometry or World History. What meaning does all that have when the world outside is so simple and clear, so free and fun?
But he understands all about the sacrifices we make today for the betterment of tomorrow. On the simplest level, another hour of school work earns him the right to jump on his dirt bike and take off up the mountain beyond, alone and free, fast and wild…
What we learn today will make us better tomorrow. What each individual learns today gives promise to making the whole world better tomorrow. Ignorance is a binding chain that holds the falcon to the ground. Knowledge gives the bird flight, direction, a path in the wind.
For a young and curious mind, knowledge opens up the windows and allows the truth of the mountain and the world beyond to flow in like the strong spring winds.
The falcon comes closer still, and lights on the back porch. (photos by Forrest)